Dichter / Poet Er / He Frau / Woman Geräusche / Sounds Glücklich / Happy Hören / Hear Liebt / Loves Oh Seine / His Süss / Sweet Triumph Verse / Verses
So don't get me wrong, I love my songs, and I still love hearing them. That's history, baby.
Our sense of power is more vivid when we break a man's spirit than when we win his heart.
When men and woman die, as poets sung, his heart's the last part moves, her last, the tongue.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
Whoever marries simply for himself will make a mistake; but whoever loves a woman so well that he says, 'I will make her happy,' makes no mistake. And so with the woman who says, 'I will make him happy.'
It sounds like something on a very trite T-shirt, but life is what happens.
I redo the body of my poem like someone who tries to cure her own wound.
Let us put theology out of religion. Theology has always sent the worst to heaven, the best to hell.
The unjustifiable severity of a parent is loaded with this aggravation, that those whom he injures are always in his sight.
